Thursday, April 03, 2008

Write fast. Don't think.  Get it out before it shrinks
under the gun that shatters the windows, under 
the oven that delivers the buns, clad in diapers,
shitting milk duds, pharmaceuticals, ancestral traces,
elemental retards choking the very heir they breathe
through.  Me, too.  Me, too. Me, too.

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